The Simple Things

I love my dog. Rosie is both the sun, and the moon in my life. Without my puppy I would be at a loss of words in everyday scenarios. She's the only one that keeps me sane, and understands me. She's happy with the simplest things in life such as; water, food, and play-time. She wants nothing more in life, but to put a smile on everyone's face. She's both caring, and loving.

I stared at the four blank walls that surrounded me. What a depressing room to fill your clients in when their pet is on the verge of death. A little colour would've helped out, but I guess that's not this clinic's goal. My sister was sitting on the chair by the window, just staring out into the gloomy darkness. All I kept wondering was what would I do with out my dog.

"You're dog has been diagnosed with a disease, and there is no cure." That's the only thing I understood when the doctor explained what's wrong with Rosie. I couldn't listen to what she was telling me, I didn't want to.

So now I'm just sitting in this ugly room just waiting. I have no idea what went wrong, what brought me, and Rosie to this vet. I just know that this wont end well, and endings aren't my thing. I glanced over at my sister who was now just staring at me. Great I thought. She's probably expecting me to break down, and cry. She'd then mention how I can move in with her that way I won't be alone. So I try my hardest to pull myself together for a bit, and not cry.

My sister is very tall, slim, and well put together. Her presence never goes unnoticed, she's stunning. Girls would kill to look like her, and guys would kill to have her. She's sweet, and extremely funny. At a glance anyone would think she's full of herself, but she's to the total opposite. I really love her, but I wouldn't have the heart to move in with her. She just recently got married to an amazing man who she's been with for what seems like forever. The thought of me ruining the first few months of the thrill of moving in together is awful.

The doctor then walked in with a disappointing look, breaking all thoughts running through my head. She didn't have to say a word, I already knew what she was going to say. My sister then got up with her arm stretched out, but I just walked past her over to the doctor.  

"How long?" I asked. 

"We can hold it off for perhaps a few hours by giving her something, but if not... I'd say not too long."  

"Is she in pain?" Of course she was I thought, but I wanted to make sure. 

"She is, but nothing extremely severe." The doctor reassured me, but Rosie was in pain, and no matter how little it was, it hurt.  

"Can I go say good-bye?" I asked as if I was a 12-year child that has to let go of their favourite doll for a little while. The difference now was that it wasn't for a bit, this good-bye was forever.  

"Of course you can sweetie." With that I took a few deep breaths, and went inside the examination room.